Xingtian was sealed at the foot of Changyang Mountain.

Although he has no head, although he has been suppressed, Xingtian still stands and does not fall, and the cadres fall into the hands of Xingtian, and under the mountain, Xingtian still maintains a fighting posture.

Blood is spilled in the sky, and still don't give up!

Hou Yi has an obsession that has not disappeared, how can he not be like this.

The witch clan in the world seems to be open-minded, but the ancestors of the world are mostly persistent.

There was a head falling from the sky, and it was the head of the punishment sky, but this head was picked up by Xu Siyuan.

The hair on his head is upside down, his hair is angry, his eyes are round, and his teeth are clenched.

The head fell from the body, but it still seemed that he would not admit defeat!

Xu Siyuan came to Changyang Mountain, Xingtian's head had fallen off, and his blood had been exhausted.

But Xingtian still hasn't succumbed, there is still boundless killing intent, and there is still endless battle intent.

The mountain is in the body, but the heart of Xingtian has never been suppressed by the mountain.

Xu Siyuan waved his hand, and the soil and stones in the mountains automatically became temples.

The temple is not big, but it can also show the majesty of the gods.

Xu Siyuan walked into the temple, the temple was empty, and there were no gods.

Xu Siyuan put Xingtian's head on the divine platform, and Xingtian's head wanted to go to heaven again.

You can fight without a head, and you can fight again without a body.

But one death, but one war!

At this time, Xu Siyuan spoke next to Xingtian's head: "The Wu clan is currently the only one ancestral witch, but you may not be the only ancestral witch in the future. Why wait?"

Xingtian's head finally quieted down, and even Chang Shanxia's Xingtian's body gradually fell silent.

He trusted Xu Siyuan, Xu Siyuan said that if he waited, he was willing to wait longer, and after that day, he would go to heaven again!

He will be punished by heaven, and then he will fight again.

Xu Siyuan put Xingtian's head in the temple, and a wooden plaque appeared in front of Xingtian's head, and four words were written on the wooden card: Xingtian, the god of war.

Xu Siyuan lit three long incense sticks: You are fused with the artifact, I am not a witch, but I understand witchcraft. As a witch, you have gone astray. You have unparalleled fighting intentions, and the incense in the world can't pollute your true spirit, but you can use the incense to refine your body and rebuild the way of the witch clan.

I will build a temple for you today, and I hope that even if you lose your relatives in the future, you will still be an ancestral witch!

Then Xu Siyuan turned around and left, Xu Siyuan was not worried about the incense of the temple at all, and countless human races saw the battle between Xingtian and the Heavenly Emperor.

Although the punishment is defeated, the fierce will is always there.

For Xingtian, the human race has a lot of admiration and awe.

The temple of Xingtian will surely be prosperous with incense.

Xu Siyuan gradually moved away, but the three big characters on the temple door were still so conspicuous: God of War Temple!

The Temple of the God of War.

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On the Taiyin Star.

At this time, Chang'e had already seen that it was not Hou Yi's rebirth.

After more than 100,000 years of waiting for such a result, Chang'e had mixed feelings in her heart.

"There is no Houyi, you have just been reborn, that's it, that's it, let's call you Wu Gang!"

Wu Gang didn't answer, just buried himself in cutting down trees.

There is an obsession, and it is difficult to get rid of it through the ages.

The laurel does not fall, and I don't know the way forward.

What can you do if your laurel can be restored, I have time.

And even if the laurel does not fall, it seems that it is not bad to accompany her in this moon palace.

I don't know who she is, but I do know that she seems to have been with me for countless years.

Chang'e looked at Wu Gang, and finally smiled: "My Chang'e is an ominous witch, it's good if I can live, it's good if I can live!"

Chang'e smiled like this, but before she knew it, two tears slipped down her cheeks.

If it weren't for him, there would be no more him in the world. I once hoped that he would wake up, but now I know that I have really lost him forever!

The little white rabbit came to the laurel tree at this time, and looked at Wu Gang, who was cutting the tree, and the little white rabbit was startled.

"Sister, he, he's alive?" the little white rabbit was very surprised.

"My sister also thinks that he is alive, but it's not him, isn't it!" Chang'e wiped away her tears and asked, "But Tianpeng is here again?"

"Sister, you are so smart," the little white rabbit said: "Sister, you guessed correctly again, Tianpeng is outside the Moon Palace again." ”

Chang'e opened her mouth and said: "It's really not difficult to guess, these more than ten thousand years of Tianpeng will definitely come over as soon as he is free, but why bother." ”

"Then I can send him away as I did before. The little white rabbit said.

"Forget it, I'd better go see him, there are some things that still need to be made clear. Chang'e thought about it.

Tianpeng was standing outside the Moon Palace a little nervously, and when he saw Chang'e coming, Tianpeng first rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then he was overjoyed.

For more than 100,000 years, he has only seen Chang'e a handful of times, and now that he can see him again, how can Tianpeng not be happy.

Marshal Tianpeng, who commanded 100,000 Tianhe water troops, was a little nervous at this time and became a little at a loss.

Tianpeng tidied up his clothes a little, and Chang'e had already walked in front of Tianpeng.

Chang'e saluted and said: "More than 100,000 years of protection, this kindness and virtue I Chang'e remember, but my Chang'e is an ominous witch, and one day I will bring disaster to the marshal." Please don't think about it, I won't come to see the marshal again after today. ”

Tiancang's smile froze on his face, it is rare to see it in ten thousand years, and when we meet today, we will never see each other.

Tianpeng said slowly but seriously: "I can wait, 100,000 years, 100,000 years." ”

Chang'e shook her head: "The marshal also knows that I am already married." ”

"But he's dead!"

Chang'e smiled: "He is alive now! I didn't want to meet with the marshal, but I had to say something clearly. ”

"I am his wife, I was, and I am still now!"

Tianpeng said undoubtedly: "Really?"

Chang'e spoke: "Naturally, it's true, and the marshal is only a disturbance to me sometimes. ”

"I, I understand, don't worry, I won't bother you again in the future!"

Tianpeng turned around, Tianpeng slowly walked out of Taiyin with some lost soul, and Tianpeng wanted to turn back countless times, but he couldn't help it.

The canopy walked very slowly, and the little white rabbit came to the canopy.

The little white rabbit hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Marshal, do you really care so much about my sister, do you work hard?"

Heavenly Court stopped, Tianpeng looked at the little white rabbit and said, "It's not bitter to see each other, it's really not bitter!"

"You must know that sometimes a glance is ten thousand years, you go back, stay with your sister in the future, and talk to her. ”

At this time, Tianpeng was still thinking about Chang'e, and the little white rabbit was puzzled, and the little white rabbit thought about it and asked, "This is love!"

Heavenly Court smiled: "There is no love, but it is just wishful thinking!"

Love in the world is too complicated, the little white rabbit really doesn't understand, and the little white rabbit is extremely confused.

Tianpeng didn't explain, Tianpeng slowly left Taiyin, but the back of Tianpeng made the little white rabbit a little unbearable.

The little white rabbit came to Chang'e: "Sister, he came back to life but it wasn't him, why didn't my sister give the marshal a chance." ”

The little white rabbit looked at Wu Gang and asked, "Sister, are you still in love with him?"

"Love?"

Chang'e smiled bitterly: "My Chang'e is an ominous witch, where is love, where dare to love?!"

Chang'e looked at Wu Gang who was cutting down trees, and the sound of axes broke the coldness of the Moon Palace.

But Chang'e felt that the moonlight was colder, and the Moon Palace seemed to be quieter, after all, it wasn't him!

But it's not good, my Chang'e doesn't dare to love anymore!

I don't dare to love Wu Gang, and I don't dare to love Tianpeng.

It's better to refuse, so as not to be even more sad in the future, after all, there are enough sad people in this world.

The little white rabbit didn't go to see Chang'e, she looked at the direction of Tianpeng's departure in a daze.

Love, what is love, and how can she understand?